[a letter stuck about three feet high on the boulder covering the doorway, it is written in a dull brown ink]
My brothers and sisters, I have traveled many miles to help the slaves that now inhabit Dunwarren. Many say the city is lost, doomed, but I do not believe this to be so. Some of the slaves show great signs of companionship, mercy, and general goodness. With guidence they could in time come together as a single clan, of atleast this is my hope. Anyways, I was hoping to speak with you in reguards to re-opening the Inn under a clan of rock gnomes who wish to use it for their clan home. There is much, much more that must be spoken about. If we could meet and discuss, so that wandering eye cannot read all there is to know... that would be great. I stay with our kin in Dunwarren, near the canal there is a camp. Perhaps send word for me there or I can check back in a few days. Stay safe and beware the dangers of the deepearth!
~T.R.~